Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for September 26, 2020

Not invisible … nor ignorable …!

DUNga Din, Gunga Din’s younger and less famous brother, had traveled a long, arduous road to Froglandia to have a guarantee on a defective bath mat seen to; a matter of the backing being double stacked rather than triple stacked as had been described in the luxurious, glossy, three-color brochure.

DUNga’s flabber was aghast upon his arrival to find that the whole of the bath mat factory was being packed for shipping to some unknown destination.

The shearers and their families, arrayed like Tetris pieces in their containers, the backing stackers being zipped into overlord-proof bags.

Where were they going and what was to be done about his defective mat?

The few remaining forepersons could only point to The Link as a possible answer.

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Contestant #3 is going puddling, and wants to fit into the crowd.

To a babe, all ideas are new.

Postcards being mailed.

Every time I come to Frog Applause I get my frission on. Right on. Long live the Frog!

NEW IDEAS can improve your outlook TODAY, GO COMICS! We Froglandians don’t want FROG APPLAUSE to become invisible….it’s the start of our day, the laugh which gets us in a great mood, the thought provoking quips and pics of yesteryear, the memories……WE LOVE FA!

I have an idea for your last time here. Put on your first one from Dec. 20, 2006 while holding up a certain finger to indicate what you think that a certain web site should do to itself for getting rid of you.

I don’t think that’s how the butterfly effect works.

The Lame shall not be denied!

…sent out my postcards…

…o’ course every Frog applause makes a goood postcard…

… a morning without FA is still a morning…

…just not a good morning…

…ditto…Govid comics…

..but unless some miracle happens…

…VIVA LA FROG *L …

…time for my third cup of coffee…

Proud

Prouder

Proudest

The moth that flapped its wings in the Amazon suddenly appeared in (and on) that poor woman’s head. Talk about chaos!

I wonder if the message I sent to Contact Us was too angry. I used some big words, like ‘vindictive’ and ‘philistine,’ but no “four-letter” ones.

Reminds me of Fortune Cookie Roulette…

Dear Fellow Fans of Frog Applause

Send those cards and letters to:

John F. Glynn

PRESIDENT AND EDITORIAL DIRECTOR

ANDREWS MCMEEL SYNDICATION

1130 Walnut Street

Kansas City, Missouri 64106

.

Remember – Be nice! He’s on our side. Really!

Sincerely,

Rotifer’s Mother

Rub two monkeys together…

Its all attitude.

No, I can see you, but I wish I couldn’t.

Panel 2:

I wondered if She ᴘ̶ʟ̶ᴀ̶ɢ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ɪ̶ᴢ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴘ̶ʟ̶ᴀ̶ɢ̶ᴀ̶ɪ̶ʀ̶ɪ̶ᴢ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶ ̶ᴘ̶ʟ̶ᴀ̶ᴊ̶ᴀ̶ʀ̶ɪ̶ᴢ̶ᴇ̶ᴅ̶ stole this from a horoscope, a fortune cookie, or a margueritem submission to the Bulwer Lytton Fiction Contest.

Figure out a new idea that works on that invisibility thing & you’ll be frisson all over the place.

The proper amount and placement of friction can really create a lot of frisson. Good placement examples would be: lips, earlobes, neck, wrist, palm, belly button…I could go on, but I’ve gotten myself a little over-excited. I’m sure you folks can create some frisson of your own.

If you back out the control rods, you should be able to get a lot more. Oh, wait — frisson…

I never knew Whistler had a crazy aunt.

Yeah, I need some new ideas. These old ones are showing wires and they’re terrible in the rain.

There’s always plenty of frisson round these parts. Drop by for a listen and get your goose flesh on!

We haven’t even started into my old ideas very much yet! Heck, we should be building cities on Mars by now, and have an inertial drive that allows interstellar flight.

Clothes and blankets and everything I need were found upstairs. Whoever left this place was exactly the same size, and seems to have enjoyed the same sorts of foods, as I. I’ve located a journal, but it has a hasp and lock. I don’t feel right about breaking it, but if I can find the key, then I’m certainly going to see what it says. In the meantime, I’ve got food and shelter and even running water. I don’t know where I am, but it seems safe and secure and livable for the time. There aren’t any other books or magazines or newspapers in the whole place. There aren’t even any calendars. I’m not just off the grid, I’m not within shouting distance of it. Oh yeah, that’s another thing. I found a breaker box and turned on the power. As far as I can determine, it traces to one of the outbuildings and no farther. Whatever power source this place uses, it is entirely a self-contained environment. I’ve got lights and appliances. The fridge was empty and propped open, but it works and I can stock it as soon as I can get out and around to find something to put into it. There is a deck out on the roof, accessible from the main bedroom. At night, I cannot see any lights out there at all. Wherever I am, is isolated.

There’s never any frisson around when you need it. Save Froglandia!

Some things lead to too much frisson. See? That’s what consorting with New Ideas gets you, unless you can tame them!

Thankfully, you are not Invisible yet. But the lights are dimming day-by-day, and the Sixth of November looms ever larger on the already-burdened horizon.

Oh, GoComics! Let us have our modest daily dose of lame! Spare Frog Applause from the Executioner! Do not make us feel unwanted on your website….